1 It is they, the foul demons, who are made in hell the voices of conscience.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 This is the last and deepest and most cruel sting of the worm of conscience.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 The conscience will say: You had time and opportunity to repent and would not.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 The ache of conscience ceased and he walked onward swiftly through the dark streets.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 The second pain which will afflict the souls of the damned in hell is the pain of conscience.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 The preacher's knife had probed deeply into his disclosed conscience and he felt now that his soul was festering in sin.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 They will repent indeed: and this is the second sting of the worm of conscience, a late and fruitless sorrow for sins committed.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 When it fell to him to read the lesson towards the close of the office he read it in a veiled voice, lulling his conscience to its music.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 Welcome, O life, I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 10 When evening had fallen he left the house, and the first touch of the damp dark air and the noise of the door as it closed behind him made ache again his conscience, lulled by prayer and tears.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 Just as in dead bodies worms are engendered by putrefaction, so in the souls of the lost there arises a perpetual remorse from the putrefaction of sin, the sting of conscience, the worm, as Pope Innocent the Third calls it, of the triple sting.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 12 The grey block of Trinity on his left, set heavily in the city's ignorance like a dull stone set in a cumbrous ring, pulled his mind downward and while he was striving this way and that to free his feet from the fetters of the reformed conscience he came upon the droll statue of the national poet of Ireland.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 13 That was the work of devils, to scatter his thoughts and over-cloud his conscience, assailing him at the gates of the cowardly and sin-corrupted flesh: and, praying God timidly to forgive him his weakness, he crawled up on to the bed and, wrapping the blankets closely about him, covered his face again with his hands.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3